The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1887-01-16
Printed by Special arrangement Copyrighted Il
by HARRIET PRESCOTT sPoFFoRD.
PART IL.

PART IL.
They had gone down to the seaside for weeks
change. as when his duties allowed him, they
sometimes did For he had seasons Of such alb
sorption In his work that he came out OF 1t all
half wrecked and needing rest, He was living
great life. Beginning the making Of great
name, standing with many as a sort of vicegerent
of the powers OF health and strength. It some
times seemed to himself, In his rapt study, that
he was on the verge Of discovering mighty Sc
crets of the powers Of life and death. 1t seemed
% to Helena too.
The day was perfect one, with now and then
Q capful Of wind blowing out Of the little round
clouds that swelled up over tho horizon like bub-
hles.
'sWill you go out with met" asked Helena.
ssWith all these fsws2" he asked.
"Just as you please. Then viii 90 alone"
"Alone What, in heavens name could you
90 aloneg
81 fancy" she said. the laugh Frightening all
the rich color In her cheek, II could drown, in
order that you should blow the fresh breath of
life into me, with all your occult powers!"
Life would be much more comfortable,
Helena. IL there were something you were afraid
Of ia it! Well, here we go.' and he gathered up
bis lazy length, and reached his hat. eff we
Grown, it il your fault
est doesnt much matter about drowning
slough" she said, swinging her hat as they went
Along the shingle and unaware that she spoke in
ether than matter of-fact way, 'if we drown
together"
''Are you SO Indifferent to life-in such hur-
~ to get through"
ooh, no, no, never. But It is all so blest that
am half the time afraid something will hap
pen."
But the worst that could happen is death.
and"
mo, indeed; the worst that could happen
would be that you might look at some other
woman and then they both laughed, knowing
we'll the habit Of her jealous panes. and ran
along to the boat It signifying little that neither
Of them knew much of anything about o boat,
aud that thoy were running before the wind di
recty in the track Of the sea going steamers.
stCould anything be more perfectr said Hele-
ma. half fecumbent in the stern, sea and sky
making sapphire and lapis ring about her.
eve seem to be alone In this great hollow shell
Of the sky and sea. It is like bur old lover days
"Only better" he answered her.
''Only bettet," she repeated.
'.We must come oft at night, with the sea and
She stars. and the freedom ofthe universe, alone
together" aud as they sailed he told her histo
ries OF the old craft that had plowed those
waters--hre-s ships and phantom ships-and re-
cited to her verses Of his own indfting. for now
Ind then he turned of little song IS perfect ai
Apearl
THAT is the strapgest thing,s she said, "that
you. WHO don't kg6y what music is, should have
the writing Of such verses, AID l, who am inusics
tFYoS Afe ! melody he said And just al
# bells that sounded ia their ears bike longs
Wild ores, q vast black bulk towerinfoyer them
crash, sweep OF many waters, and then moth
lngpess
sHalf an hour afterward fisherman found
broken boat afoat bottom side Up, and mai
.entaneled in the rigging. his head above the wa
Speedily, he took his Kali ar6vnsd man ashore
And after the sitkpess and dslirtdh OF weeks, 4
wretched and des6i2te 4 man as walked the earth
Leonard Vance took Up his colerless lifs, alone
y he said. till the eea gave up f{s dead. Fo
Helena never found seraped the mos
Away. the other day. from q stone set up as
memorial without grave, and ovefgrown will
bramble roses, to read the name upon it,
EkrrNA VANCE